Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2012 05:48:09 -0500
From: T.E. Miso
Subject: Middle Brother Part 2
STANDARD DISCLAIMER: This is a work of erotic fiction. The characters and
event depicted here are complete fantasy and any resemblance to actual
events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone child abuse in
any form, and encourages people to practice safe sex. If it is illegal for
you to view materials of this nature in your country of origin, or you are
not yet the age of majority, please exit this story now. Otherwise, enjoy!
This story is my first submission to Nifty. It is part of a series about
three brothers stranded in a cabin together. This second section gets a
little heavier. Should I continue? I love feedback, so let me know what
you think: theeroticmisogynist@gmail.com
"Penalties"
"Hey dweebs! Hurry it up, I gotta..." But sixteen year old Jeremy's words
died in his throat as he saw his youngest brother bent over the toilet,
pants around his knees, with Michael's face buried completely in his tiny
white ass. Jeremy's face broke into a half-grin as he stepped into the
bathroom and closed the door.
The sudden explosion of his eldest brother's entry into the bathroom shot
Michael backwards from his youngest brother's sweet stinky hole like a
bullet from a gun. He sputtered as he slid upright, using the wall for
support. He was stammering, trying to find an explanation when Connor
turned his head to the side, bent as it was on his folded arms and grinned
at Jeremy, "Hey Jeremy! Michael was just helping me clean up after he took
my temperature."
Michael's wild blue eyes switched from the pert little butt he had so
recently been tonguing and the imposing figure of his oldest brother, the
biggest, meanest thing in the house since their father had left two days
ago on his private hunt. He nodded once, as if agreeing with the simple
explanation.
Jeremy pushed out his lips and stroked his chin, nodding once. "Is that so
little buddy? I thought you were a big boy now...you can do it yourself
remember?" Jeremy took a step closer and seemed to trace the lines of
desire from Connor's butt to Michael's crotch with hungry brown eyes.
Connor, finally beginning to feel exposed, stood up and bent over to pull
up his shorts, unabashedly exposing his still twitching boy erection in the
process. Jeremy and Michael both noticed. One looked like he might pass
out, and the other just looked hungry. Finally clothed again, Connor
looked down at the toilet, "Yea, I guess so...but..but..I got a fever.
Michael was helping cause I'm sick...right Michael?"
Michael gulped down his fear and nodded, "Yea, that's right. H-he has a
low fever Jeremy...I...I was just being nice ok?"
Jeremy thought it was adorable the way Michael cringed when he reached out
one strong hand to ruffle the boys soft messy mop of brown hair. "I'm sure
you were bro. You're a good big brother. Musta learned from the best
right?"
That single affectionate gesture, and the fact that Jeremy hadn't
immediately torn Michael from the sweet embrace of Connors boy-butt upon
stumbling on them seemed to defuse the tension in the middle brother,
causing his pounding heart to slow slightly, and his chest to deflate like
an untied balloon. He offered Jeremy a weak smile and slid sideways along
the wall, "Well, we're done so...we'll get outta here and let you take care
of, ah...business."
Jeremy stepped to the side and let the two boys slip out of the bathroom.
He was lost in thought about what he had seen as he fished in his boxer
shorts and pulled out his half-hard teen cock, focusing on relaxing so his
warm piss could flow, but finding it hard to get the image of his middle
brother grinding his face into Connor's tiny ass out of his mind. He
couldn't stop grinning as his hot yellow flow started gushing.
Michael felt like he had been given a new lease on life. Caught red handed
by an older brother who had always delighted in tormenting him, he had been
allowed to just walk away. In the living room, he could hear Connor
rustling about, no doubt creating a nest of pillows and blankets on the
floor in front of the couch. Suddenly alone, he wandered aimlessly towards
the kitchen, the subtle after-scent of his little brother still tainting
his upper lip.
The cabin in which the three brothers were staying was a massive, sprawling
affair, all dark wood and windows, wide open spaces and cozy warm nooks.
They had been coming for five years with their father, though none of them
knew quite how he afforded it, and even after all that time, Michael still
wasn't sure he had completely explored the massive grounds or the
surrounding woods.
Unconsciously, Michael began to walk on the balls of his feet when his bare
toes made contact with the cool tile of the huge kitchen. He felt like he
was crossing a hard wasteland as he made his way past the massive windows
that would have overlooked the beautiful nearby Colorado Rocky mountains in
the daytime, but which now only wanly reflected his own young form slipping
shyly by in the pale light from the kitchen. He reached the gigantic
fridge and tugged it open, intent on finding a snack for himself before he
made soup for Connor.
With his back turned, the only warning he had of Jeremy's sudden attack was
the sharp slap of his heavy feet on the kitchen floor as he launched his
teenage form at the younger boy. Michael turned just in time to see his
sixteen year old brother barreling towards him, blonde head lowered towards
him, dressed only in his red boxer shorts now, arms outstretched, hands
open to grasp. Michael gasped and lurched back against the fridge door,
but to no avail. With no trouble at all, Jeremy swooped his middle brother
up in the powerful arms his athletic interests had gifted him with.
Michael began to kick and holler, slapping at his brother even as his
preteen body was easily manhandled and swooped around his older brother's
nearly naked body. He soon found himself draped across his brother's
shoulders, like a boy boa as his brother made off with him towards the
living room, cackling, "Whatcha gonna do now Mikey?! You know what time it
is!"
As the jumbled ball of brother crashed into the great room, Connor's head
popped out of a tiny dark hole in an otherwise massive sea of pillows and
blankets he had expertly arranged. His young eyes sparkled as he struggled
to free himself, tugging at his shirt and shorts already as he tumbled onto
the floor.
Jeremy loved the feeling of control he had over Michael as he tugged down
on the boy's neck and hips, stretching him over his shoulder helplessly.
He let out a bark of wild laughter as he flung his captive like a sack of
potatoes onto the couch, where he bounced twice before recovering with a
little pout on his face. He flopped down onto the sofa next to Michael
spread eagle, and noticed Connor was already down to his spider-man
undies. "That's the spirit little dude! Gotta get dressed right if you're
gonna be an MMA CHAMPION!" He hollered the last two words like a ring
announcer and watched Connor begin flexing non-existent muscles.
Michael squirmed to the edge of the couch, knowing in his heart there was
no way to prevent this from happening, but feeling his mouth go dry
never-the-less. This was almost a more dangerous activity than helping
Connor wipe himself. He felt his stomach sink even as his undershorts
tightened. Still, he gave a half-hearted protest, "C'mon Jeremy...Connor's
sick ok? If you get him all excited he could get worse..."
Jeremy frowned at Michael and then looked at the eager Connor, who was
literally bouncing back and forth on the floor pillows. "He looks ok to
me...but I guess...if he is that sick...we can take it easy on him...just
means you and me will have to put on a show for him right?" Connor made a
small whining sound as he heard Jeremy taking Michael's side.
"But...Jeremy...I can do it!"
Jeremy held up his hands and shrugged, "Hey, Michael's right...I mean...he
did do SUCH a good job taking your temperature...I think we have to go with
him on this one little dude...but...how about this? Since you can't be in
the ring, you get to play the ref!"
Connor's face scrunched up in a disappointment, dark with the promise of
imminent whining explosions, "But Jeremy! I don't wanna be the stupid
ref!"
Jeremy shrugged his shoulders, "OK, I guess you don't HAVE to be. But you
know...the ref doesn't just call the shots...he also gets to take the loser
and declare...a penalty."
Connor's face faltered, brows narrowing as curiosity overtook petulance.
Michael gave Jeremy a sidelong glance, not sure what his game was. Connor
took to his knees on the pillows, "What kinda penalty?"
Jeremy grinned an evil grin, and reached out faster than Michael could
blink, strong arms snatching the younger boy in a headlock. He took
Michael's face and crushed it into his lightly haired pits. "You could
make little Mikey here have to sniff my pits for a whole minute like THIS."
Jeremy ground Michael's face into his acrid teenage underarms. Michael
struggled, trying not to breathe, but found he couldn't help gasping in
surprise, which filled his nostrils with bitter blissful teenage sweat
stink. His undershorts tightened another notch.
Jeremy let him up finally, Connor giggling at Michael's reddened face. He
put his hand on his chin and said, "Mmmm...what other kinds of penalties?"
Jeremy wiggled his eyebrows and examined Michael. Michael scooted back on
the sofa, pulling his knees up to his chest in defense and as a screen to
the growing embarrassment in his groin. Jeremy feigned heavy thought and
then shot over, standing on the sofa and snatching Michael's wrists easily
in one powerful hand. He lifted up his foot and wiggled his toes. "You
could make Mikey have to lick every one of my toes!" Michael barely had
time to shake his head before Jeremy was crushing the smooth pad of his
size twelve right foot full into his face. His nose protested being
crushed, but thrilled to have the heavy funky smell of foot being smeared
across his face. He squirmed and tried to pull his face away, terrified as
his tightness became full blown erection, and hollered, "Quit it Jer!"
Jeremy sat back, laughing and panting. "Basically anything you can
imagine. And the loser HAS to do it. No matter what."
Connor squinted his eyes, "Anything no matter what?"
Jeremy nodded, "Yep, no matter what. Ain't that right Mikey...or...should
I tell Dad about how well you helped Connor clean up tonight?" That single
phrase made the whole thing clear. Michael looked at Jeremy with sudden
fear, but couldn't do anything except nod his head slowly. "Y-yea...ok
Jer. Whatever you say..."
Jeremy reached over and ruffled his middle brother's hair again. "Atta
boy!" He felt his own pulse quicken as Michael agreed to his no-holds
barred game of Penalty. Of course the younger boy stood no chance against
his athletic older brother. It wasn't bad enough that Jeremy had three and
a half years of teenage growth on his brother, but Michael had always been
soft and retiring. He liked reading, and astronomy. He wasn't fat or
anything, just...soft. And Jeremy loved it. He loved the effects he knew
he had on his brother. They had never talked about it, but Jeremy could
see the look in his brother's eyes when he walked out of the shower in a
towel. He noticed Michael sitting closer to him after a long hike or a
workout, and he had even noticed that his dirty underwear had gone
suspiciously missing on a few occasions, and had found them in Michael's
hamper instead.
Michael was a horndog, and Jeremy knew it. He knew it because he was one
too. Of course, normally he could take out his ample sexual frustrations
on his girlfriend (or her friends) but stuck out here in this god-forsaken
cabin with only his little brother's for company left Jeremy looking at his
relationships with the pipsqueaks in a whole new way. Idly, he reached
down and adjusted the ample tube in his boxers, and noticed Michael
noticing. He grinned. "OK! Let's do it! Round one!"
Michael groaned as he slunk off the sofa and onto the strewn pillows.
Connor bounced onto the sofa, and hollered, "I WANT A CLEAN FIGHT YOU TWO!
NOW! GO!"
Jeremy needed no further encouragement. He launched off the sofa like a
wolf stalking a wounded deer, and ten seconds later Michael was pounding
the ground in submission, his big brother's body crushing him into the
carpet. Jeremy let out a whoop of triumph before letting Michael up. Both
boys, beginning to sweat a bit, knelt and Jeremy said, "OK little buddy.
Your call. What is Michael's penalty?" Michael stared at the ground,
dreading what was to come.
Connor giggled and stood up, making a show of pacing awkwardly back and
forth across the long sofa, dressed only in his spidey undies, which Jeremy
noted gave the little ginger a stellar (if tiny) rump. Finally, he stopped
and said, as if it were his own idea, "Michael hasta lick Jeremy's feet, in
between the toes and everywhere. No skipping gross parts! For at least a
whole minute."
Jeremy smiled as he hopped up and sat next to Connor, taking him under his
arm and stretching his legs out, feet spread and toes wiggling, "You heard
the man Mikey. Get to it! No skipping gross parts!" He dug a finger
playfully into Connor's naked side, eliciting a very pleasant high pitched
sound and wild wiggling from the youngest brother.
Michael's heart sunk into his stomach as he slowly approached his brother's
huge feet on all fours. Bending his arms as if he were doing a pushup, he
got within an inch of his brother's wiggling toes and stuck his tongue out
awkwardly. He closed his eyes and finished leaning forward, the odious
aroma of teenage toes invading his sensitive nose as the tip of his tongue
made contact with the fleshy, salty pad of Jeremy's left big toe. He moved
his head instead of his tongue at first, making a show of being grossed
out. He sat back and made a disgusted face. "C'mon guys...really? I
gotta do this?"
Connor and Jeremy nodded and said in unison, "Yep." Both brother's folded
their arms over their chest and gave Michael a stern look. The middle
brothers groaned and knelt down again, pressing his tongue into his eldest
brother's foot. He wondered how many times he had dreamt of being this
close to the teenage Adonis, and yet he was terrified that this was all in
bad sport, and that at any moment he'd end up with atomic wedgy and a frog
on his thigh. Trembling now his tongue slid between the big and middle
toe, which was saltier and warmer. He began to feel his anxiety lessen as
the deep world of flavor and aroma dulled his rational mind and transferred
more and more of his willpower to the throbbing nail sticking up between
his legs. By the time he reached the pinky toe of the first foot, he found
himself sucking that toe tenderly into his mouth, and swirling his tongue
around it.
Jeremy was holding his breath, frightened that if he mocked Michael too
heinously he would break the spell and the middle boy would stop playing.
When his pinky toe was actually enveloped in that soft warm mouth he felt
his teenage cock lurch in his pants, threatening to erupt at any moment.
He moaned and quickly turned it into a derisive chuckle, "Yea little bro.
Clean that foot!"
Michael's cheeks flushed as his brother mocked him, but he knew he couldn't
pass up this opportunity. He just pretended he heard nothing and began to
slide the meat of his tongue wetly up and down the full length of his
brother's soles. As he reached the center archway the third time, he found
that both of his hands were gripping that foot, pulling it into his face
and he was pressing his entire mouth hungrily into that reeking moist
flesh. His breath came in short huffs and he barely heard it when Connor
declared, "That's a minute!"
Jeremy, almost reluctantly, pulled his foot back, watching as Michael sat
back, his smooth face red and glistening with spit from his enthusiastic
engagement with Jeremy's feet. Jeremy had never felt more turned on. But
it was something deeper than lust. Somehow, it was like Michael wasn't
just putting up with his dirtiest parts, he was reveling in them. It made
Jeremy feel...good. Accepted almost. He always felt like he had to clean
up for his girlfriend, make sure he was scrubbed and polished and perfectly
neutral. He felt like he had to apologize everytime he wanted her to lick
his nuts. But Michael? He loved it. Jeremy felt his heart pounding
loudly in his ears when Connor suddenly exclaimed, "Ew look! His weiner's
all hard!"
Instinctively Jeremy covered his own crotch, but found the angle had it
pointing away and down so it wasn't obvious. No, Connor was pointing at
Michael, who in sitting back, had let his knees fall apart, and sure
enough, that little twelve year old treasure was sporting a full on boner
that looked hard enough through his tighty-whities that it might have cut
glass. Jeremy only glimpsed it though, because a moment after Connor's
accusation, Michael had smashed his legs together, face a deep crimson of
shame, and hollered, "Shut up Connor! Is not!"
Connor stood up and pointed, "Yes-huh it is! I saw it!"
Jeremy almost felt bad doing it, but he couldn't stop the words falling out
of his mouth, "Ooo...Connor...I saw it too. And you know what? I don't
think that was really a penalty for Michael. I mean, he got a boner. I
think that means...double penalty!"
Connor immediately nodded and clapped his hands, "Yea! Double Penalty!"
Michael groaned and looked away. "C'mon guys..."
Jeremy held up his hand, "Nope, double penalty! Now..." He leaned in
close to Connor and began whispering in his ear. Michael knew he was in
trouble when Connor's green eyes got wide and he pressed his hands to his
face to keep in raucous giggling. Whatever Jeremy had said, Connor thought
it went beyond nasty.
After a minute of whispering Connor cleared his throat and stood up on the
sofa, "Michael, since you got a boner from licking Jeremy's feet, your
double penalty is..." Connor glanced to Jeremy as if looking for
permission. Jeremy nodded his head once, "Is that you have to suck on
Jeremy's left nut. Naked. For a whole minute!"
Michael, whose hands had drifted down to push down on his throbbing
erection, attempting simultaneously to make it subside and to hide it, was
stunned into silence. He just stared, open mouthed first at Connor and
then at his older brother's red clad groin.
Jeremy would remember the look of mixed fear and lust on the cherub like
face of his prepubescent middle brother for the rest of his life. He
shrugged his shoulders and made a show of stretching as he got up, running
his hands back through his short cut sandy blonde hair, "Sorry little
bro...the ref's the boss...so I guess..." He stood and walked over to his
brother, who just followed the teenager's crotch with his sharp blue eyes
as Jeremy spread his legs wide and positioned himself over the younger boy.
He grinned and hiked the left leg of his boxers up high and let his entire
crinkled sac slide out into the fresh air, like a pair of ripe fruits
dropping from a vine.
He looked around the room casually and sniffed once, "Well, they ain't
gonna lick themselves are they?" Michael's heart pounded like a birds as
his brother's musky testes dangled inches from his upturned face. His
nostrils flared unconsciously as they sensed the presence of one of their
greatest sources of boy ambrosia so close at hand. Michael's lungs were
already filling with the musty funky aroma of unwashed teen crotch. He
felt numb in every part of his body except the over-stimulated interior of
his young nose, and the throbbing tip of his aching arousal.
Jeremy looked down, watching as his brother leaned up as if in slow motion.
He wiggled his hips a bit which caused his nutsac to bounce twice, the
second one slapping his brother in the face. He swore Michael let out a
little moan. Michael's eyes were fixated on that pair of balls rolling
languidly in their sac, blissfully unaware of the quivering boy-lips about
to make contact with them. They were glass smooth, and Michael wasn't sure
if it was their family's natural tendency towards low body hair or a
concerted effort on Jeremy's part to sculpt his pubes as much as the rest
of his body. Either way, Michael's mouth didn't care.
Gingerly, he pressed his face upward and felt the sac come to rest on his
face, cradled by his upper lip, living writhing flesh brushing past his
nose in an ever undulating tide of teenage sex. The wrinkled flesh danced
on his face as he parted his lips and Jeremy let out an audible groan as
his left nut slipped partially into the wet embrace of his middle brother's
mouth. He felt a tremor run up his entire body and he leaned his head
back, letting out a loud sigh. Michael felt like he might pass out as the
fleshy flavor rolled onto his tongue. He barely moved at first, and then
his tongue found a mainline to his brain and began to wiggle across its
warm round guest, peeking into each new fold of salty scrotum.
Jeremy had never in his life had someone caress any part of his body with
such tenderness, such reverence. He felt like a god and couldn't help
cooing, "That's it Mikey...yea..." Connor had crawled down from his perch
on the sofa, crouching curiously on all fours, craning his neck to get a
better angle on this thrilling bit of forbidden activity. He watched
Michael's adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he slurped Jeremy's balls
with gusto now. He stifled his nervous laughter and wondered why watching
this gave him such a tickly feeling in his tummy.
Moments felt like hours as Michael's now unbridled worship of the musty
denizens of his brother's unwashed undercarriage became like a dog licking
peanut butter from a rubber ball. Finally, he sat back, his jaw aching
from being held so wide, and Jeremy stepped back, almost self-consciously
tucking his sopping sac back into this boxers. He and Michael made eye
contact for a long moment before he breathed, "Wow...little dude..."
But Connor's gleeful interruption shattered the moment as he hopped to his
feet, pointing at the pair, "Jeremy gets a penalty, Jeremy gets a penalty!
Look at your boner! It's WAY bigger than Michael's." His youthful voice
was positively shrill with giddy laughter as he danced around in a circle.
Jeremy looked down and realized his seven and a half inch uncut cock had
betrayed it's hiding place and was not jutting proudly out of the open fly
of his red boxer shorts, bouncing with every beat of his racing heart like
a foot tapping the air impatiently, waiting for its turn. He quickly
tucked his rod back into the safe concealment of his underpants and
coughed, "Ah...yea...I guess so huh Connor?"
Connor grinned and crossed his arms over his chest a wicked look of
mischief on his face. He put his hand on his chin and was silent for a
long moment, in which Michael and Jeremy, exchanged sidelong glances.
Finally he sat his spidey clad butt on the back of the sofa and said,
"So...Jeremy...since you got a boner and it is way bigger than
Michael's...you gotta do something extra nasty as a penalty. But...Michael
you STILL got a boner after licking Jeremy's nut...so...Jeremy you have to
French kiss Michael's butthole but Michael has to lick the tip of your
weiner while you do it!" As the last word left his lips Connor couldn't
control it anymore and he collapsed on the sofa rolling back and forth is
shrieking giggles.
Jeremy and Michael simultaneously protested, while both cocks
simultaneously twitched; Michael's because he would get more opportunity to
be oral with his gorgeous older brother, and Jeremy's because it would
finally be getting some of the just attention that was wasted on toes and
balls. Jeremy's voice actually squeaked as he said the first thing that
came to his mind, "FRENCH kiss? Where did you even HEAR that term Connor?"
Connor rolled up onto one elbow, casually scratching his outie belly
button, "I heard you say it to Verooonicaaaa." He exaggerated the name and
ended it by smacking his lips together and breaking down into giggles
again. Jeremy swallowed once and looked down at Michael. Michael grinned
at him sheepishly and said, "I...umm...I showered since the last time I
pooped?" And immediately felt like an idiot. Jeremy however broke down
laughing and said, "Well, I guess that's good. I...uh...I gotta be honest
little bro...been a day or two since I washed off...but I guess...rules are
rules right?" Michael blushed a little and nodded.
Connor clapped his hands impatiently, "C'mon! Do it you guys! Are you
chicken?" The red-headed seven year old started clucking like a hen,
mocking the older boys as they moved falteringly, trying to figure out the
best way to get at their respective targets. After a few bumped body
parts, Jeremy was on all fours over Michael who was stretched out under
him. Simultaneously they both reached for the other's underpants, hooking
fingers and tugging cotton down their respective legs.
Michael found himself staring up at a sight he never thought he'd see. His
brother, fully naked, chiseled slender physique flexing and trembling above
him as he held himself aloft, the proud hardened teenage pride stabbing
down at the younger boy beneath him, the full funky sweet scent that only a
young man in his prime can generate surrounding Michael like a heavenly
cloud. He was breathing in short desperate gasps through his nose.
He barely noticed the cooler air swimming around his own genitals, but
Jeremy was keenly aware of his middle brother's naked twelve year old body
stretched out beneath him. He traced the soft lines of from the puffy pink
nipples of his chest down to a tender button in his slightly rounded belly
and on to a pair of gentle indentations where his hipbones were, and then
to a perfect little four inch erection which bobbed almost cheerfully to
see him. There wasn't a single hair on the boy anywhere, though the
slightly heavy odor suggested the boy had entered puberty. He couldn't
help smiling at the junior boner, and he leaned his head down to peer
between them and make eye contact with Michael, his soft blonde hair
brushing that cocklet as he did, "Gotta lift your legs for me bro...ok?"
With eyes still fixed on the hooded head of his brother's penis, Michael
gently lifted his knees, and felt his brother hook his arms around them,
pressing his elbows into the joints and helping his brother roll his torso
up so that his plump little rear end was displayed for him, easy to reach.
Jeremy was stunned by how amazingly hot it was to watch his brother's
luscious rear slide up and into position, those pillow like cheeks
spreading just slightly with the strain of the position, and spreading to
reveal a splash of pink that made his cock jump at its appearance. He
breathed out, "Dude...you've actually got a hot ass."
But Michael wasn't listening. He reached up and almost reverently traced
the pulsing vein on the underside of his brother's seemingly massive
erection with his index finger before hooking that finger gently around the
upper shaft and pulling it down so the throbbing teenage boy cock was
angled directly at his mouth. He noticed that the bunched up foreskin was
already glistening with a drop of clear fluid. He leaned up and sniffed at
it, inadvertently smearing it onto the tip of his nose as his brother's
cock gave a particularly vigorous pulse. He crinkled up that button nose
and testingly pressed his tongue up to lap up the juice. He found it was
sweet but tangy almost salty. Without even thinking he added a few fingers
to his brother's bouncing shaft and gingerly pulled down on the skin, which
resisted only a moment before slipping back with greater speed than Michael
expected, leaving him staring dead on at his brother's engorged nearly
purple helmet, the dark slit parting to belch forth another eager bead of
precum.
Jeremy groaned as he felt Michael gently skin his cock. He almost felt bad
as he caught a whiff of the slightly sour smell that his foreskin had been
holding in with his cockhead for three days now wafting up between their
naked bodies. But he felt Michael's breath on it none-the-less, and he
couldn't believe how lucky he was. His girlfriend wouldn't even touch him
if he didn't still have soap on his dick. Remembering where he was as he
caught sight of Connor crawling quietly down to watch the proceedings, he
glanced down and thought he might as well hold up his end of the bargain,
though he wasn't looking forward to it. Slowly he lowered his head towards
his brother's half-spread ass, and found himself unconsciously testing the
air for that shit smell he assumed all butts exuded. However, the closer
he got, he realized he was smelling something, but it definitely was not
shit. It was earthy, and a little heavy, like the odor would rather stay
lurking in his brother's moist crack than be drawn up by the teen nose, but
it wasn't unpleasant. Curiously, Jeremy took one hand and pulled apart
Michael's cheeks, fully exposing that secret valley and releasing a
stronger wave of the sweet silky butt scent. His brother's dark pink
pucker winked at him, and he saw that the younger boy hadn't lied. It
looked very clean. He licked his lips and took a deep breath before
leaning down and pressing mouth directly to that twitching rosebud, his
tongue darting out to tentatively swipe the opening, sure that some gross
taste would flood his tastebuds. But all that happened was a sweet and
sour flavor exploded in his mouth and Michael's sudden and very loud
moaning filled his ears. The sheer force of desire he realized he was
producing in that little body broke a damn of lust that had been building
in Jeremy for weeks now, and all at once he was French kissing his little
brother's butthole like he was starving for ass and Michael's was the only
game in town.
Michael wasn't prepared for the flash of heat that pulsed through his body
as his most naughty, dirty body part was suddenly exposed to his eldest
brother, and when Jeremy started to literally devour his little hole
Michael couldn't stop the noises he was making. And of course, his own
nose was in high heaven, the stinking reek of foreskin moistened head
cheese was coursing through his very veins, and without even thinking, he
leaned up and let his tongue snake hungrily around the head of his
brother's cock, searching hungrily for every last trace of the slimy odor.
Before he knew it he had the entire fat head of his brother's throbbing
erection trapped fully inside his mouth, and he was suckling it like a
nursing calf. He felt his ass vibrate before he heard Jeremy's obscene
moaning.
Jeremy's whole body thrummed with pleasure and lust, a slight sheen of
sweat appearing over his entire physique. He had never had any girl he had
ever been with respond to enthusiastically. He wanted to look and see
exactly what it was Michael was doing to the head of his cock, but he
couldn't tear his face away from the succulent ass crack below him. As he
worked that entrance violently with his tongue, he realized that each press
was forcing that pucker open just slightly. And then, on particularly
rough pass, he felt his tongue dive deeper into a hot wet heat which
clutched at it desperately and he groaned loudly. His brother's tight ring
was twitching around his tongue, nibbling at it like a baby bird eating a
worm. He ground his face between those pert cheeks, leaning back so that
he could get both hands pulling that hole wider. He was so horny now he
wanted to taste Michael's intestines. Just when he thought he might
dislocate his jaw to get his tongue one inch further into that perfect
little pucker, he felt it begin to convulse rapidly, as his little
brother's body stiffened and a new wetness splattered against his own
six-pac abs and then dripped down onto Michael below. He realized with a
far greater sense of pride than he might have admitted, that his twelve
year old brother had just blown his load without even touching himself just
from the way he was eating his sweet hole.
Michael was in a daze, lapping and sucking more and more of his brother's
pulsing cock into his mouth. The sensations erupting from his anus were
almost too much to stand. His older brother's tongue felt like it was
slipping all the way into his stomach. He felt electricity suddenly shoot
through his body, and then a more intense feeling of pleasure than he could
ever recall raced from his stomach and his toes at the same time and
converged on his four inch erection where it had no further outlet than up
and out of the prepubescent boy's body. He felt every muscle contract with
each violent surge of this new feeling. And then, he sensed the head of
Jeremy's cock swelling in his own mouth and a sudden spurt of thick salty
sweet slime exploded onto his tongue. He coughed as a second spurt shot
down his throat, but the motion let that cock sink down further than it
ever had and he realized it was sticking into his throat now, and twitching
uncontrollably, shooting gob after gob of that delicious dickjuice down
into his belly. However hot Michael thought this was, he gagged soon
enough and wretched his brother's boner out of his mouth, gasping and
coughing as three more warm sprays landed on his chest and stomach.
When his cockhead had swollen Jeremy knew he was past the point of no
return, but the feeling of his little brother's orgasm ripping through his
body and literally pulsing on his tongue had been too great a sensation,
and Jeremy couldn't do anything but let his own orgasm rip through him. He
even felt Michael briefly swallow his cock deep into his throat, which
almost triggered a second simultaneous orgasm for the undersexed teenager.
He threw back his head and howled in pleasure, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh my
fucking god! Oh god! Mikey..."
And as quickly as it began it subsided, the lustful spell temporarily
purged and brought to a final conclusion as Connor whispered simply,
"Wow..."
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